"Roar~"
A dragon's roar resounded in all directions. The sea, which had already calmed, surged into raging waves. A four-clawed azure dragon over a hundred zhang long burst from the endless sea east of Dongfeng Island, the colossal waves it raised blotting out the sky and sun. In the blink of an eye, the previously clear sky whipped up with fierce winds again, and as the azure dragon plunged into the Clouds, torrential rain came pouring down.
The many cultivators on Dongfeng Island had already withdrawn their formations. They descended to the ground and clasped their fists in salute toward the sky covered by the dragon, while millions of commoners fell to their knees in prayer as one.
It was Ao Bing.
His enormous dragon head emerged from the Clouds. Facing the wind and rain, he looked at Bu Qiong and said, "The juniors are merely squabbling. Why must Fellow Daoist step in?"
His words carried a note of mockery.
As his words fell, he transformed into human form and landed before Bu Qiong. Then he extended his Left Hand and lightly pointed at the sky. The dark clouds immediately scattered, sunlight once more spilling across the Great Sea. The towering waves, fierce winds, and torrential rain all receded.
Below, Le Xin and the others from the True Sun Sect, along with Zi Luan, Hu Qianqian, Liu Shuibin, Wen Hai, Que Cai, and even the ever-arrogant Li Miaolin of Thousand Wood Temple, sensed the auras of two Fourth Realm cultivators. They all instinctively concealed themselves, terrified that they might draw so much as a glance.
"Why have you not come to pay your respects to the Third Prince?"
Bu Qiong's voice rang beside Zi Luan and the others' ears.
Hearing this, Zi Luan and the others could only steel themselves,